“You…” I breathe.
It was a cold, dark night. The man was waiting for us. Mother and I were walking together as usual, unaware that we were walking closer and closer to danger. We walked until we were level with the man. That’s when it happened. In an instant, my body became all floppy. My mind started to spin. Slowly, I fell to my knees. My back automatically bent backwards and hit the hard, concrete floor. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. The man smiled. In an instant, he grabbed mother by her hair and pulled her head back. I wanted to shout, scream, and do anything. But I couldn’t.
“Let go of me, you freak!” I heard mother shouting.
The man moved his face close to my mother’s ear. “If I was you, I’d keep my mouth shut, love,” I heard the man say. “Besides,” he said, “you know who I am…”
I saw mothers eyes widen. She went very pale and muttered something which I couldn’t hear. I saw the man smile twistedly. Then, without warning, the man took a knife out of his jacket. He raised the knife, and stabbed my mother straight in the chest. The piercing screams of my mother rung in my head. The man stabbed my mother again and again, showing no remorse or mercy. The screams were getting louder. Blood spurted from mother’s body. Then, everything went black.
“Yes, me,” the man whispers, the same twisted smile on his face the night he killed my mother. I try to escape from his arms but he has a firm grip, like a python on steroids. My feeble attempts at escaping make the man smile even broadly.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I was you,” the man says as I try and elbow him in his face.
“Why did you kill her?” I ask him, trying to push myself out of his huge arms. For the first time, the man stops smiling. He uses the tip of the knife to pull down the sleeve of his jacket. He shows me a red mark on his harm.
“What’s th-?” I begin but then it hits me. I look at the face of the man and there is hatred etched in every corner of his face.
“Why the hell are you giving my son drugs?” mother shouted at Uncle Jim.
“Look here, Keith…” began Uncle Jim. But then before I knew it, mother threw herself on Uncle Jim. She was biting, kicking and hurting him. I cried. I had no idea what was going on; I was too young. The last thing I remember seeing was Uncle Jim carried in a stretcher into an ambulance, and my mother being handcuffed and taken into a police car.
“Uncle Jim…” I whisper. The old man who is my Uncle Jim looks at me and smiles again. “What do you want with me?”
“I want to have a little fun,” says Uncle Jim. The smile on his face makes the hairs on my back stand up. Uncle Jim finally presses the knife on my neck, his smile broader than ever. I scream as I see the blood pouring out of my body. Everything is going blurry. Stars are clouding my vision. My eyelids drop and…
